come_sailaway | if you'll be my star, i'll be your sky

Who: Pollux & OPEN
When: August 24
Where: Around the place!
Summary: Arriving on the boat. Castor where?

1.) but you can skyrocket away from me

arrival, early morning, dining room.

( with a paper in hand and the location set, she stares at the peculiar spiral that hardly helps her situation. normally, she'd lift her head and turn to face her counterpart curiously to converse about this strange sigil, but that's not the case this time. he's nowhere to be found in a (un)familiar place, but this isn't the first time she's been on a ship so she's stuck between a sense of relief but also worry. it is unlike her brother to be apart from her, he's almost like the responsible one by wanting to stick by her, but an uncomfortable feeling dawns on her as a tingling feeling rolls down her back. she feels incomplete, and for a moment she finds it difficult to breathe as she tries to catch her breath and remain stable. pollux closes her eyes, taking in a deep breath, and regaining her composure almost complete as she focuses on the paper in hand. )

Dining room, if that's all I have to find, then...

( everything should make sense. all she has to do is push her way down the halls, take a few turns, and it settles in the back of her mind that she's going in the right direction towards the dining room. the time written is unknown, and so she just has to trust herself that it means to come as soon as possible. what else would a cryptic message mean if not having the answer that she desires, so upon entering the room and spotting no one; pollux finds herself at a loss until she notices someone sitting at a table all alone.

her eyes light up, her mouth part in a small gasp as she walks over and places the paper on the table before them no different than a dealer laying out their cards. )

You must be who I was looking for, are you... my Master?

( because that person would know where her brother is. )

2.) and never come back if you find another galaxy

afternoon, photography room. IMPT: threadhop permission for castor, y/n?

( browsing up and down, side by side of all the pictures around, pollux finds every picture to have their own charm to them. humans in their natural habitat on a ship as they relax happily, or if they're being threatened by some foe. she believes that jason too should have something as nice as this, but being so dated back, they didn't have the concept of cameras so it's nice in practice. hm, perhaps someone could have drew the scenes and placed them there?

there's one photograph that stands out to her, causing her to reach out to pluck it off the wall in order to inspect it properly. what she has in hand is just a simple snap of a thunderstorm outside, and the clouds a murky grey that shows that good sailings weren't in favor of the boat's travel. unable to remove her eyes from it, she glances around curiously. )

Excuse me, how much would this photograph cost to take with me. My brother'll pay a hefty sum!

( yeah, she's talking to you. )

3.) far from here with more room to fly

afternoon, calgona. IMPT: threadhop permission for castor, y/n?

( she should familiarize herself with the ship and it's various locations, and it brings her back into the mind of the old days when she sailed with jason and his group along with her brother. there was nothing short of excitement on the ship which always offered her an amazing surprise, and that's why she's intrigued here just as well. it seems the calgona is enough to lift her spirits despite the rocky morning she had suffered. clapping her hands together gently, she proceeds to read a board of all the activities that can be found in the room.

while she could be normal about this and take a massage, she opts out in favor of something enjoyable when she notices someone close by come up to the board as well. )

Are you interested in a place like this too? It'd be a decent place to spar, don't you think?

4.) just leave me your stardust to remember you by

anytime anywhere, wildcard.

( got something you want to do with pollux, or both of them? just hit me up through dms, discord, or even sakasaki )

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You are correct. My brother and I are the Dioscuri, Guardians of Navigation and Patrons of Sailors; the light of St. Elmo's fire.

( pollux's hand comes down now, pressing her palms together as she looks towards the other. )

I'm sorry I did not know you by name, but we have watched over you. If you called for us, we came, and if we did not... you were able to brave through it. Be it a sailor, a thief, or pirate... anyone that sails the seas have been covered in our protection, so please, can we share our lives together like we've always have?

[Well that... that certainly takes the wind out of his sails. Dioscuri. Should he know that name? Dios.. something to do with god, that much he remembers from the endless hymns of his youth. He knows of St. Elmo. He knows of the fire. It's like there's a vague shape of something hidden behind thick brown paper and tied with string before him. Like it's strange angles should make the contents of the package easy to identify, but for his sins he can not.

And when that paper and string are pulled, when the mystery is unraveled for him, the thing it was hiding isn't a thing at all. It's an ineffable construct made manifest in human form which directly affects his life layer upon layer.

He isn't religious. He isn't superstitious. And yet, here he finds himself planted in a nexus of existence that shouldn't be, surrounded by magic the likes of which he could never fathom in his own world.

And they're roomies.

Izzy's stomach twists. Is this a trick? A trap? An ambush by The Captain?

He wants to trust it, despite knowing better. He really, really does. Best play it safe for now.]

Yeah- Yeah, okay.

[Relenting feels wrong, but what choice does he have?]

I'm a sinner. So you know. I'm a pirate.

You misunderstand, I am not a Christian God, such words mean nothing to me. What does are solely those who are at the mercy of the sea.

( a sinner, a pirate, and oh he could be more, but why must she judge his actions on what he's done to become a pirate? the moment he stepped foot on that boat is when judgement begun, where his will and faith to live on the sea happens to be where both her and castor would give their aid through the harsh seas along with his crew. )

Those that commit their lives to the ocean depend on my brother and I to find their way, and upon your call, we would give ourselves to see through the storms, and thrashing waves.

( she can tell that his attitude has shifted just a bit, but not everyone knows how to handle a higher being that relates to something that they've known all their lives. as a god, she will offer her help, her guidance, and whatever more the other may require of her while they share room on this ship. )

If you are looking to be forgiven, that is not my place. I have always been proud of your ventures on the sea.

[As incredibly weird and upsetting as this is.. As hostile to have a bunkmate, as treacherous as the match to come after his issues with The Captain... when is the last time someone ever told Izzy they were proud of him.

Decades. If at all.

He isn't sure how to take it. Whether he can. And if she is who she says, well then.. he's in the presence of a goddess, his goddess, and that is a humbling experience.

Show he bow? Should he bend the knee?

He doesn't, but the compulsion is there, just under his skin. It's flustering, actually. How should he even-

-fffuck. He's old for his profession. Most of the other pirates he knows are dead. If she's had a hand in that, even just in concept, he should be grateful.]

Thank you then. For everything.

... you can keep the shirt.

( his feelings must be muddied after all this time, his heart sensitive from the years worm on it— belief and trust must come hard due to the threat he posed himself as upon entry. to gain someone's respect and honor is a difficult task when they only have so much to offer, and it must have been stripped away even more on this cruise or situations gave raised that he can no longer place his good faith in. she would note that the fact he's still here, standing, fighting is more than enough to gain her appraise of him. )

Thanking me so soon when there's more to accomplish?

( she teases as the end is nowhere soon, but thanking someone is never wrong, and why she's happy to see how the other grows despite how rough he was at the start. by taking a few steps she's able to stand in front of him, her height the same as his, while one hand lifts to cup his chin, she angles his head up to look into his eyes. her own are a color of the skies dusted a darker grey, an oncoming storm, but she looks at him gently as the sea can be cruel and kind. )

I'll accept half your words... and your attire.

( with a soft laugh, she's too busy searching for something in the other's eyes be it confidence, exhuastion, complacency. anything to understand what emotions could be hidden behind them before letting it go. )

For the rest should be spoken to Castor, he watched over you as much as I have. We will continue doing so, but even now... your words will never go unheard as long as we're here.

[Izzy considers and nods again. What else can he do. Never in his entire life has he ever been afforded immediate kinship. Guardianship. Protectorship.

Maybe once as a young boy, thrust upon the waves by dire circumstance. Maybe once as a young man coming into power and rising up into Blackbeard's right had. That had been safety. That had been the turn of tides. But here? Now? It feels like another lifetime entirely.

It's overwhelming. He doesn't know how to process emotion so great. A promise so deep given so freely.]

I should.. I should be going.

[He can scarcely speak.]

( she doesn't want him to go— they're roommates, they should learn of one another, and attempt to trust. they'll be living in the same room for awhile now as she'll try to protect them for as long as she can, and yet she can't force him to stay. perhaps he needs time, distance, and to be alone in order to put his feelings into place. )

If I can make a request...

( a god making a request, unheard of, but her desire to remedy any problem a human has always comes first to her. that's why she's able to allow her hands to drop down by her side. )

I'd like to speak with you more often, hear of your adventures... I hope you're able to grant me that.

( that means needing to see each other again after this, and she hopes that request can lead to just that. )

[It's a hard request to deny. Someone wants to know him. Wants to spend time with him. He can't really remember the last time, if any time, where that was a thing outside of Edward. Certainly before coming here, though things are different now aboard the ship as he gains a reputation.

Funny how a man can change so much. He is changing. He is changing and he can feel it happen and it is terrifying.

Izzy considers the request before nodding. It means his plans to make himself scarce are blown to shit, but maybe that's okay. What a concept. He swallows and nods again before forcing himself to turn and vacate the room.

He will be back, though. He just needs some time to turn his head around the situation.]

if you'll be my star, i'll be your sky

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